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 Hertha. Muller August 17, 1953 Born in Romania, a German novelist, poet, essayist. She comes from a family of German-speaking minority in Romania, his father during World War II serving in the German SS. After 1945, the Romanian Communist Party to expel her mother went to the Soviet labor camps. She has studied at the University of Timisoara and the Romanian literature German literature. In 1976, Mueller began as a translator at an engineering company, because she refused to cooperate and national security, lose their jobs in 1979. Subsequently, she taught in kindergarten and through the German tutor make a living. Mueller was married to another novelist, Richard. Wagner, 1987, Muller and her husband left Germany in the ensuing days, she received funding many projects in Germany and abroad. Now she lives in Berlin. Mueller won in 1995, members of the German Society of writing and poetry, and other honors. In 1997, she quit the German PEN (she had joined the East German branch). Some of the major axis of the local black, was published in translation without seeing the whole draft before naming it for the time being so. The only without the fame before the translation of an article by Yilin,UGG boots cheap, separated by almost ten years, the delicate touch of today's steel and concrete under the rare species, a projection of the soul beyond the talent.

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not well window is not the mirror. Look to the well a long time, often look into it. At that time, my grandfather's face will rise from the bottom and stopped in my cheek. Water between his lips.

can see through the well with a black shaft, you can see it spinning in the village under the years. Who's disease to the eyes, with one eye into the jis place to be seen this axis. My grandfather's face is green, very heavy.

dead as portraits transfer cycle turning Flanagan disc axis, so that we can die quickly, but also helped to the shaft. The more people dead, the village more open,Discount UGG boots, the time go faster.

edge of the well have been strung together as a green tube in mice. Grandfather sigh, a frog jumped on his cheek. Grandfather's temples turning circle sparse skip my face, took his hair, his face, and his forehead, together with his lips and sighs, but also to my face to the the well.

grandfather's coat sleeve on my hand. Daze after noon in the tree, the forest quiver is no wind. Gravel road above the noon bells came from the stone yard.

mother leaning against the door frame, full head of steam is called dinner. Father went into the alley, left in the sand a long shadow. He put the hammer on the tree. I own the pavement chasing shadows, the shadows from the legs, lift the foot.

sleeves pushed me into my grandfather's half-open kitchen door. His sleeve like a long black pants. Parsley green veins through the disk, I want to see the Okanagan in the village under the shaft rotating rings. Mother's lips and chin, a soft foam adhesive between the parsley leaves, while he slides he slides in her soup, side, said: ants have been drowned on the plate edges. Mother stared at his fingertips, like himself: Convergence of fat, flour and eggs.

outside the public his long black He pulled the empty plate in his hollow teeth of the tongue on the Zaba:

grandfather a circle neck sweat shirt collar was dirty and wet.

the back window, as in the water mirror below, and swayed a woman neighbor Renee's face. Renee crawling on the amount of two wrinkles. I know one of them, like, like a rope.

this spring, Renee's father helped start in the village turn black under shaft. Mother later told me that my grandfather before his death last week of May, before the clock struck noon, also went to see him.

over the walls of white apricot, cabbage butterfly dancing in the air. Although it is Sunday, my grandfather did not wear his jacket, wearing only a white shirt ready to go.

I asked my grandfather under the white almond, neighbors, Grandpa is not the patient eyes, he is not seen mine shaft. Grandfather nodded, not said anything.

So I want to see the eye. I was in his shoes when behind the church two steps away begged: bring flowers to her. Garden lettuce is hesitating a little bit of green onion leaves like a tube crawl out from the ground, wore brown peony bud leaves, wrapped shell, the same as the knuckles. Grandfather in his dark trousers on arrangements to proceed.

grandfather hands over his head, to pull down the lowest string of Xingzhi. I picked two almond trees on the snow with my feet blown skirt. My grandfather's eyes over the fence: Horseradish around the opening in his shoes. Horseradish smell too bitter, not suitable for anyone to.



lay there like a sleeping neighbor. His mouth was hooded, white and hard like a blanket ceiling. The patient's forehead, soaked by water. Death is wet.

grandfather in bed, sat down on a stool, the stool out into next week, shoes, asked: He spoke his eyes closed.

the patient open his large gray eyes, I can not see well in there. looked at Renee. Renée both hands on the mouth, Xingzhi in her eyes cross. Renee took the hand from the mouth to grasp away, said:

grandfather moved the shoes knee, and gazed Renee asked: the patient said, grew up without a father, too. shortcomings, flawed people will make mistakes. His name is Franz.

grandfather rose from his chair, chair crunching sound. One foot out the patient's bed, as if to reach out to the ceiling. His bow low enough, I can see him from below the eye socket.

small adjoining room came the cry of Franz. It was not crying, just a cry so loud, like the empty walls.

now stood in the window after Renee. Between the two forehead wrinkles the skin is tight for a year.

across the windows Renee said: Sash, like two mirrors set in the mother shoulder. Mother said: her cheek. . Renee's eyes fell on the window over the shoulders of the mother in the mirror, balderdash general: bit his index finger, Renée laughing and said: Mother stood at the table.

hammer went under the tree along with his father, grandfather followed the summer, hand-held silver sickle into the clover. I looked at the straw down at his feet, as if they were too heavy too tired.

I read in books: Queen of hatred in the hearts of the suffering.

mother carrying a blue barrel into the stables.

leave a shadow behind her.

recruited Queen sent for the hunter, said to him:

hunters is a soft-hearted. He brought back to the Queen is a juvenile roe deer's heart.

chains clanking in the hands of the mother. Mother wrapped around it on the rounded calf.

heart was still bleeding.

mother threw her light chain feet, said to me: salt the heart was cooked, then eat it.

my ten dollar bill in one hand, one hand and a chain. Mother asked me: will dark, cows go home! Sun would float ah long beard floating along the corn has been dragged into the village under their own. That beard is made flame, the flame in the blacksmith's bellows below.

with my grandfather and the blacksmith had been a soldier, fought. Garden ground is not mud, but corn paved.

will not stay in the village below, but in a place far, far away, somewhere in the world. No one knows where they would turn the black shaft. blacksmith blacksmith eye is blind to. my grandfather told me, When the blacksmith can not bear it only when the onion-like eyes - it's the whole brain were all eaten together with the intelligence - to start it with a needle. Onion eye dripping with pus all day, first black and red, and then they turn blue and green. All people have seen amazing, the original one eye, the light from one eye, there are so many colors. Blacksmith in the color of the stream bed, we have come to visit, until the color drained eyes, eye sockets are empty.

the street running a tractor. It roared he went under the house, leaving behind a dusty land. Tractor called Yi'ou, the summer wearing the ear of top-encrusted tassels knit cap, a huge shining finger ring. her. He while wiping his mouth: Micro-Song shoulder whispered aunt, said: Tractor to grind into the dust of his songs and mud, dust filled in my face. Yi'ou the blow not the end of the song, has not been run over. Longer than the street singing.

started just a shadow of the moon, new moon has not risen. The moon is high in the sky, like indulging in thought. The sun is still shining in the light of the fire.

last year's Easter Sunday, the grandfather and the blacksmith to a bottle of wine sitting in the pub. I stood at the table, relying on my grandfather's arms, waiting for him to church. Blacksmith drank a bottle of clear liquor, began to talk about

the way back to the village, the blacksmith began to sing His fingers danced in the air, one eye follow the jump, only the empty eye socket can not be subsequently rotated. Grandfather smiled, and whole body sweat, happiness in his silence. Could see his eyes are looking back over the years. Old days has been one of loess, piled into mounds, stiff and slow his pace.

Yi'ou throw in his farm in the village, the roof, the tractor moved into the woods behind the church.

female choir singing in front of me, her dress of blue flowers above the wind. Once, at the funeral, her pastor singing around the time fainted. Her mouth open, spit horseradish straw foam, foam has to flow down the neck collar. Grandfather opened his jacket buttons, said to me: Is a reflection of two, one in the pond, one in the cloud. A red cloud a Queen, she wore a cloud of flame shirt, gray hair looked at me through the chain.

heard footsteps behind me in the gravel under the response, with the heel of my foot came out from the sidewalk. I do not look back. Footsteps buyers, steps than mine. Agricultural technicians over me, the chain wrapped around my leg on. I had a grumbling, be greeting. Agricultural technicians shining shoes, his high white ears did not hear my greeting.

agricultural technicians to wear a light gray background, a dark gray suit and fish bone-shaped pattern, the pattern from the shoulder to the spine from shallow to deep. Agricultural technicians in his black herringbone pattern in the female lead singer with the vortex behind. He did not walk in the gravel on the road in his knee so high above the ground where the female lead singer of the calf, the white, oval-shaped, a little too narrow in the heel. He really bad fall in the heel, then it will no longer keep up with fluttering skirt. So, my front gravel road surface, left out a wider lower road. the other side of the street walking

postman as his hat like a roof. I can see the root of his face, could see his mustache, but do not see his mouth.

chains jingling in my feet. I did not go to the blacksmith, but go in the direction towards the embankment, because I heard the embankment behind her singing. That song is on the inside embankment, lofty long, only the flow of the village. Singing like a summer rain falls to the earth, soft and sad.

violin sing the song that is, strings over the village like a wire rack. Deep voice like a man coming from the ground, in the wide street with horses and singing the pain of hunger.

embankment on the black train passing near the track, lush green grass. Grass in the valley, due to long trains passing through the air and shaking, because those who are never allowed to enter the night, entered the village the next day the train was trembling.

horse trembling in forever, with the train rocking on the grass short grass. A horse's mane tied with red ribbons. Horse's face is bone.

behind the embankment supporting the round two tents gypsy wagon wheels dusty hanging lanterns, lantern black wick is drowning.

carriage next to the semi-circle surrounded by the crowd. The last row of people standing in a leg, a calf, a back and head. The penultimate row of people have shoulders, neck and head. The first row of people have made sharp, hat and scarf angle of children.

cloth side of the crowd in front of the wall, it is curtain. Curtain in front of the stage, the stage stood a hunter, wearing a green jacket, said:

chin Lost female lead singer is too high, his mouth hanging open. Softly and moving her lips, grasping to their hair. Duke said the highest voice, her mouth a tooth in the sparkling.

singer took to the stage, the chin resting on the violin, and began to pull side while singing: on. Uncle mouth spit smoke ring, her gray hair blowing a bird, crawling around in his cheekbone.

I put the chain into the grass, I do not want to bother singing it's rattled. I stand semi-circular edge of the crowd, standing on the stage edge. Agricultural technicians of the hands in coat pockets, in my eyes, like the clothes that the following fish stomach. Agricultural technicians look over the singer's violin, wiping the face of female traders, fell on the neck of female lead singer. Her calf was the postman's legs covered.

Jinuo Wei baby in a circular iron plate according to his own face in the water mirror. Yang, iron pots, decorated with branches around the iron pots have become a lake in the forest.

Jinuo Wei baby close your eyes, took his ring from the hand to see

with their children, so that the ring fall in the water. Bend in the lake

her body, crying.

Renee standing second row, and my mother's sewing together. Tailor wearing a pea green, with white pointed collar dress. Her mother sewing a skirt, when a very low neckline is always open, so the mother's skirt is withered, and skirts below the chest also withered away. Renee looked Jinuo Wei Wa micro bare chest. Ever since his father began to turn black, the shaft has been wearing a collar locked Renee shroud. She grabbed the black buttons on the skirt, whispers something gently on the tailor. Across the chest, her eyes wandering over the Yi'ou with the face. The corner of her veil was black, black and white pointed collar angle when passing shocked. Tailor deflated lips. Yi'ou intrinsic prefrontal blacksmith shaking his tassels.

bend lake Duke's face, soaking his hands in the lake. Blacksmith at the mouth of the bottle to his lips moist. Postman's hat slide face, his forehead eaten hat, beard ate his mouth.

Duke clutching a fish, he used a knife to slash open the soft belly of fish. Dao child is white. Duchess belly ring garden there.

I heard the embankment behind the cattle roam. They moo at night the sound was a long pull, was holding up tired grass. My chains lying next to a large shoe. The postman dropped a cigarette butt in the side chains. Eyes like a burning cigarette butts.

singer singing a song about a beautiful woman, his lips soften the strings. Blacksmith raised his bottle to his lips, he had not recovered the colorful stream of dry eyes. He smiled, sipping. With the spike in tassel Yi'ou was floated into his tender love song empty sockets, only a desire of the eyes. Blacksmith raised his hand and shouted: My uncle shook his bald head, pat hand. Aunt with her bent fingers stretch the sleeves, muttering the phrase: sing loud and hoarse voice, Renée rounded cheek with a drop of tears. Tailor and Renee from the black shroud of tears break out a pea green, white pointed collar on her happiness in the shouted: three attendants, attendants behind a horse. Attendants shorter than the Duke, than he was old. Red ribbon tied on horsehair.

Yi'ou looking Matui in his mouth Ying Sui passing the blacksmith. Renee biting the corner of her scarf.

Renée whispered in the ear tailor.

Jinuo Wei baby to stand up from the bushes, her long black hair, black hair slid into the night. Her dress is very light, does not fade.

Jinuo Wei baby ran toward the Duke, her children behind. Children holding the hands of a giant butterfly. Colorful butterflies in the child's running in the shaking. When the children stood behind Jinuo Wei Wa, the Duke exclaimed: Butterfly is no longer trembling, butterflies die, it is made of paper.

Postman tight Yaoya Gen. He has a mouth, but also teeth, his teeth a blade. Female lead singer smiled, her teeth since, is horseradish, is a bubble. Her shoulder hung a bunch of blue flowers, bouquets bent down to her arm.

red ribbon tied horses grazing on the stage. Higgs Freed held the child in the air, the children naked feet dangling in his mouth before. Higgs Freed's mouth open open. His big mouth wide open, as if the child should naked toes sucked. Higgs Freed of the attendants, said: . I know, it just ate in the embankment has been shaking that has been floating in the grass with the train.

Jinuo Wei baby waving, the children waving dead butterflies, waving a thick inner ring Yi'ou, the postman waving hat with brim, blacksmiths waving empty bottles. Renee is a black lock, she did not play. Tailor shouted: not see it, along with it and it slid into the night ends. I stomped to find it, I heard it. I waved my handkerchief.

singer took to the stage, waving the violin. His singing voice with a tear. His violin in the stomach as deep as the night, crooning below me: a mass of crumpled handkerchief. Singer walked beside a girl. She lit the lantern, a hand, wearing a huge faded roses. Sticking out of her shoulder, was quintana light, she is made of glass. This agricultural technicians look over the shoulder of the glass, he took him to the fish bone next to me, from the stage nearby.

singer sang a performance of the song have nothing to eat less. The girl's arm for smooth skin and transparent. In moments, slide arm elbow, wrist toward the long list of moments, but also warm in the jingling bracelets. Disconnect is flashing bracelets, but also in the full flame lanterns. They are light roasted hot.

girl holding a hat, a face came from another face, a hand came from the other hand.

my uncle standing on the last row Manmianhongguang a bundle of coins thrown into the hat. Female lead singer dropped the crumpled piece of paper money, paper lanterns lit up her neck, washed it until the money fell into the hat, no one night.

girl wearing a white oval-shaped bodice, as tight as the whites of the eyes. In the dim light of lanterns, the can see her round brown eyes, chest, swim in it. The postman's hand to his hat, his mustache quivering, eyes like sepals, like, shop in the girl's belly button on the withered roses around i little.

agricultural technicians in the hands chaotic, as if the fish bones have been dried. Girl's legs slide down his arm and hand. Her hips swing, separate fringed skirt. Agricultural technicians of the fish bone pattern flashing gray. Yi'ou in his eyes and the eyes together with the girl between the legs jammed the narrow triangle.

Renée big wide open eyes, eyes hard and white like a tombstone. Yi'ou the ring flash on a black hat. Wet his lips, throat referred to the jaw.

my eyes lost in the silk triangle zone. I let my money after falling into a warm hat bracelet. When I saw the white triangle around that long black hair next to my fingers, my hands are too surprise.

Renée body hanging in the tailor, and together they go embankment. They dress like the empty shelves in the walk. Renee looked back twice. Yi'ou blowing that he has been crushed to death in the song, from the back enjoying the silk triangle girl. Female lead singer has embarked on the embankment, and her skirt flashed instantly disappeared. Agricultural technicians hand in jacket pocket. Carrying his hat and went to the girl behind the curtain. Yi'ou the whistling toward his tractor.

the high embankment black, black and low grass. My chains are not the foot. I bent down, eyes are so much dirt. I transferred a few circle place, the grass is wet, my hands cold. My chains were drowned, and it snakes across,UGG boots, leave me, to see where the hidden snakes go. It is wandering, I went to three decades away from the place, and wandering gypsy. '

Ah, my chains, as well as blacksmith, and my mother, and my money.

curtain in the wind to muster a big package. Roma is very hot fire is red, like my face, like my eyes, like my soliloquy on the lips. Bonfire smoke, thick enough to cover the eyes of Gypsies, hidden from people coming from the guitar b race and hand. Bonfire smoke engulfed their hair, pull them loose, like blowing gray hair, like blow up the dough. I went into the smoke. It does not eat me, but with fine folds and solidification of fans, wearing a black jacket and shoes, fly into the air, so I stayed standing there, and then send me home.

singer in horses. Bristles on a red ribbon in the horse looked at the moon.

drained as I like to be walked to the embankment. Moon empty. Embankment sat a woman, her shirt is also black than night. Spread out her skirt, the skirt sese 搴 rate. She used a pale hand grabbing grass, loud groan like to die. Dusky embankment stood a man, looked up at the sky. That was my uncle's voice.

There was a smell of rotting flesh. Aunt lifted her skirt, black shirt Here is a bright spot. That big bright spots, there are two big moon. Aunt Yi Bacao rub her ass. Uncle to go on the edge of the embankment. He 忽然停下来, was shouting: It pulled in front of the tracks on their own, such as pulling a black train.

small reservoirs, out of a mirror. It can not shine so much and so many nights stool. So it is in the moon's pocket blindly stay standing there.

mill in front of a stork, wings in the dark, decadent, it's legs began to decay due to the reservoir.

but its neck is white. I walked in the dark side of the air everywhere I see chain. I shouted: Summer, their leaves turn red but not fruit. They have no names, these mangroves. They gently rustling, my chain is not there.

the back fence, a dog's heart in the bark. Above the trees in the red, a young roe deer frozen heart.

blacksmith shop windows dark, the blacksmith has been asleep, the blacksmith's furnace were asleep. There are bright with many windows and no sleep.

gin lie there, sleeping well, it's chains to sleep. Cloud wandering in a huge waste. Sleeping in the sky it fluctuated, shoes covered with white wild horseradish, flying in the neck,UGG shoes, and Renee red chicken flying together in the neck.

red chicken above, a face and cried out: Empty village, George, the village was empty. I listened at the window. Radio silence, the mother cried, my father was silent.

grandfather sleep. George had a dream in a dream he saw a frog jump on my cheek.

shaft turning black. Li Yi-Qiong

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